Praetyre turned to the Mudokon, making sure he wasn't drifting off again. He spoke to reassure and guide.
"Do not feel bad. Judging by the scars on him, I'm sure he's pulled through worse before. All we need is for you to motivate him by talking to him, by convincing him that this world is worth it, that life is worth living. Only you seem to able to do it, and so, get going, trooper."

IC: "Okay" Sturg observed the old cracked walls and scenery. As he looked out, he realised he had never really climbed particularly high before. He noted that little life came up here. He saw a single Fleech squelch down quickly trying to get away, and that was the only extent of life he saw up here. The obvious answer would be there is little food up here, but who knows? Maybe there's other reasons...

OOC: Mitsur has given me permission via PM to use his character "The Thing Behind The Door". My new character's profile is in the W@RF Profile thread.
IC:
Arrack awoke. His eyes wrenched themselves open like a Slog opening his jaw for meat. His first sight was like the flash of a grenade. It was of ice, several metres worth of ice, and it encased him like a suit of armour. He was so overwhelmed by the shock that he began hyperventilating. He closed his eyes again, trying to recall what had happened. Only vague flashes. A pole. Falling. Broken plasteel. Biohazard labels. A fan. A tube. The final thing he could recall was some kind of pool, and a bizarre device. The room seemed so familiar, and yet so strange. It was rusted, broken, old, decaying. The stench of death no longer masked by the smell of Sligs, Glukkons, and machinery. He was alone.

There was no sign of a massacre nor of any death. His eyes could register that as they darted around the room. It did not even appear to be a kind of psionic vanishing or leaving the room. If it was, there would be voices in the wind. But all he could hear was the hum and releasement of gas. They were not simply gone, but it seemed like they had never existed. Could it all of been a dream? Could his life itself be an illusion, like the film The Tyranny of the Mudokons? He probed into the deepest areas of his brain as far as he could. He thought he had found that his reality was a lie, that all of the people, that everything except Odd himself were but lies, but the truth was far more frightening.

His reality was real, but he, Arrack, had awoken to a changed world. Arrack tried to calm himself, but to no avail. But suddenly, he felt a feeling of calm wash over him. Arrack thanked Odd, then collected himself. He was still in Rupture Farms. He was still on Oddworld. He was still in this dimension, this level of being. This level of familiaraty, of assurance, was enough to calm him, enough to save his from utter insanity. He then realized something. The door to the next room had a bent lock, from the strange corrosive gases being released above. If he could break his way out of the ice, he might be able to escape from the room entirely, and find out what sort of world he was in. But did he really want to? After all, this cube was comfy;

"Yes! Yes! I want out of this prison! Out of this cube of conformity! Out of this box of oppression! I want revenge! Revenge on the government, always watching over me. I bet they arranged this. I bet they didn't like me for my singing. Well I'll show them! I'll show them all! He! He! HAAA! HAAAAAAAAA!." his psychotic (althougth not necessarily evil) part and currently dominant part said, or rather thought.

"Yes. I want out. I can't hide in this cube like a coward. I must confront my fears, and try to find out what's going on. I'm not the centre of everything, merely an instrument of this world, and I am not being persecuted. Remember Praetyre. His face drained completely of colour up seeing me unmasked, and he was a Vykker who had taken medicine to stop such reactions. I may have faults, but I can still help people. I can still help this facility. I can still help my friends. My friends are what's paramount. Not myself, not my fears, not anything. I am a Slig, bred for the protection and serving of society. Not a coward!" his normal and good side said.

"No! No! Don't take me out of this cube! I love the cube! It's nice and cold and no bad people coming after me and I can sing all day. Not like that idiot Ordrairan's house. He spat on me. He abused me. He killed my brother-mate. He deserved the fire, he deserved the pain, he deserved death!" his depressed side said.

His good side gained dominance briefly, rising up to speak.
"Praetyre. My other friends. My brother-mates. Are they dead? Are they all.. gone? Is all that I loved, all that they loved, all that we all cherished, are they gone..? Have I awoke in a world where my friends are old and suffering, my loved ones are mourning, where I am alone? How could I of caused such suffering! I am terrible! Terrible, terrible, terrible terrible, terrible..!"
The thoughts finally rose to the surface, and his hands ripped out a large chunk of ice. It rapidly began to melt. He would have to close the door, or else whoever went in that room would end up crispier than Paramite Pie.

He waited for several minutes, until he was able to move his joints. He was about to leave the room when he noticed something reflected in the doors surface. It was not the fact this room contained deformed, rotten, and diseased creatures discarded by the Vykkers long ago, still preserved it ice. It was a sight of something else which horrified him. He remembered back to the moments before now. Falling, a pole, and then plasteel. All of these events flashed before his eyes, forming a semicoherent picture of what had happened. He had been frozen, he was maskless, and he had been deliberately left here. Someone must of not liked him, or wanted to get himself a pay rise, until inconvenient old him showed up and screwed up the bosses private smuggling operation. He would show them. He would show them the price for messing with Arrack. But his pants were not destroyed. He tapped a button on their side, switching to completely manual control. He swaggered and struggled a bit, but soon relearned the manual control system. That's one thing he could thank the Vykkers for.

Arrack ran out of room, slamming the door. He then ran again to the opposite side of the meat processing area, carelessly opening the door at an incredible speed. He tried to find out the time, so he could have revenge on Molluck. His good side told himself that this was selfish and petty, and that Molluck held no grudge against him, but his psychotic side won out. He read the time on the clock near the center of the corridor. 13:24 PM. Halfway through lunchtime. Not too early, not too late. He had Molluck now. He always liked to eat at his special executive table when he needed to destress. He liked laughing at the Mudokons, their silly, primitive minds and topics. He liked making jokes with his yes men, who always laughed at him. But now he was going to laugh no longer. He was going to die.

Arrack looked both ways, and ran in the direction indicated by a nearby sign, towards the cafeteria. He burst through the doors, gazing angrily at the whole room. He then shouted;
"Come out Molluck, you betraying scumbag! Come out of your little hidey hole and face me like a real Inhabitant! And, you, Mollucks little suckups, you get out before I kill ya. Before I kill ya all!" he yelled at the Glukkons and the green eyed Slig sitting at a table.

"What's going on? Where am I!" his good side shouted at everyone.
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Praetyre was about to try and motivate the Mudokon again when he heard an atrocious racket and yelling coming from outside the room. He turned to Dek;
"What on Oddworld is that? A Paramite mating call? It sounds like a bloody stampede just occured.
Praetyre walked up to the speaker mike;
"To whoever is out there, please get whatever that noise is under control! I can hear it through nearly a metre of solid steel! We've got a fragile patient and emotionally damaged friend in here, not to mention sensitive equipment. This is a meat packing facility, not a Scrab safari."

ooc: I'm starting to think MM may have slipped away again. If he doesn't post in a couple of days, we might have to get on without him. Slaveless, if you want, just assume Dean and Kix went to the kitchen together. If MM still doesn't post you can say he stayed behind there to do some cooking.
Patrick, be careful with that character, you don't want to upset the flow of the RPG too much. And... What's the noise Praetyre heard?

IC:
Krik was moving quietly through the passages beneath Rupture Farms. He was reasonably certain he was in the basement of the Rupture Farms: the floor was less mud and more metal, which was making following the meech more than a little difficult. He was walking, head bent, when he heard some voices from ahead. Worried that someone else may have found his prize before he had, he hurried on and quickly came across a ancient model security robot and a pair of sligs. He hurried forward and demanded in his most demanding voice, "What's going on here?"

OOC: Yep, I agree with that, we don't need another psycho worker. Noone succeeded with that since Jammer. But I think he will calm down eventually, eh?

The noise was Arrack's ranting, I guess.

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Arnie was still in the Cafeteria with Otto and #7 Slig. The latter was eating a Scrab Leg, while Otto asked Arnie. "So, what about business? I thought you have things to do in the Office."

"No hurry, the deal has been made. All we have to do is to load the crates and barrels up the train." said Arnie.

Suddenly, a serie of various rants came from the corridor. All three of them froze and looked at the door. A new Slig came inside with a rather disgusting look.

"Now please, I'm eating here!" said #7 Slig indignantly and covered his vizor with his free hand. But when the Slig shouted at them, he stood up immediately, forgetting about the newcomer's appearance. "Shut up before I knot your tentacles together." he said threateningly.

"Enough, both of you!" said Arnie, looking at the Slig. "Well, this place has been called Rupture Farms since its completion, and we're in the Cafeteria now..." he said, but a sentence reminded him of someone else. "Come out Molluck, you betraying scumbag!" RG-49 was also looking for Molluck when he was reactivated. It was likely that the new Slig was in the same shoes with RG - he is an elder worker of the factory, and have been there before the Shutdown.

"Say, how long have you been around here?" asked Arnie.

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RG-49 finally managed to get to his feet. "You just bought yourself a one-way ticket to the Production Lines." thought RG-49, looking at where the Wildlife creatures disappeared.

A Vykker scuttled towards him and asked about the situation. "Just a slight clash between us and Wildlife organics. They fled to safety, so I only have to finish what I came here for."

He stepped to Gappiqu, with his rifle in his hand. "Don't try to confuse me, Slig organic. The boilers are working just fine. But I have to get you to proper authorities, because of several reports of you destroying factory property. Cooperate, and I won't have to go the Armory to get some new ammo clips." said RG.

OOC: Yeah, I just didn't want to ruin the sheer drama of The Door, so I'm making this guy a basket case. He won't always be like this, due to being bipolar.
IC:
"Well I.." his normal side regaining control;
"Well, I don't really know how long I've been out. I was working for Molluck for several months, and then poof, I get frozen somehow. Sorry about all this, I suffer from numerous psychological disor.."
His psychotic side took over again.
"Yes, disorder, yes. That's what THEY want you to think, ignorant pawns. I've seen your meetings, your secret plot to take over the world with robots. It's all here in my case, see?" he said, holding up air like a mime.
"Yes, you cannot see it, but that's only because of their SECRET MIND IMPLANTS OF CONTROL AND ULTIMATE POOOWER!" he said, hyperventilating.
"You Sheephabitants call me paranoid, but only because I see THE TRUTH! The truth of the giant robot scrab army. The truth of the conspiracy against me. The truth of Paramite muffin cakes! It's all here in front of your eyes, and yet you deny. You DENY!"

Arrack began running towards the kitchen, ignoring all else there.
"You see this boiling water? It's not really boiling, but THEY want you to think it is. For you see, only the painful TRUTH can set you free!"
Arrack dived in to the water, feeling the scalding pain. He quickly jumped out;
"Yes, for they don't want you to see. Their robots will KILL you with their LASER EYES! But I'm not really burnt, and this steel door isn't really.." he said running out of the room towards the lab door, and consequently knocking himself out.
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Praetyre heard a loud bang on the door. He then spoke on the mike again.
"You know, you don't have to bang on the door like an angry Scrab. I can hear you quite well."
Praetyre walked towards the door, trying to see what was making the noise.
"I'm terrible sorry if I kept you waiting sir, but please knock gently this time. We wouldn't want to cost the boss a lot of.."
Praetyre looked through the external view and felt every word, and every colour drain from his face. Was this possible? Was this a prank, or real.
Praetyre turned to his superior;
"Sir, don't look outside. I would hate to make you sick."
Praetyre swung open the door, picking up the Slig outside with metallic hands and draggings his pants along.. Even through them, he could feel intense heat. The heartbeat of the Slig was incredible. It was nearly three times the regular rate. He wondered what could keep someone alive under that stress.
"Sir, it looks like we have a visitor."

OOC: I haven't snuck away at all. Just had no reason to post.
IC:
Dean followed Kix off to the kitchen for the rubber tubing. He satrted looking in the cleaning supplies cupboard. Mops, brushes, rubber gloves. No tubing. "How big d'you want this tubing? Cause I've heard stories the cooks in the old RuptureFarms used bunsen burners to cook. If there's any of the tubing used to link them to the gas taps, and that isn't too small, I could go to the storeroom and get that."
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Arthur hurried off down to the Train Station. Fones were there, and he could use a fone to call a train to deliver a sample of his soup. Provided all went well, he'd be rich.
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Dek swivelled. "A visitor? Who exactly? From all that commotion he sounds either violent or desperate. If he looks hurt mentally or physically, let him in, if he's a friend of our patient, let him in. If you or I know him quite well, let him in. If none of those fit the description, keep him out there. We have to get this chap here up and about again before dealing with psychopaths."
OOC: Paramite muffin cakes? Bwahahahahahaha!!! That's a hilarious conspiracy!! Sounds like this Slig believes Oddworld is like The Matrix. Which incidentally, I am getting the special edition complete set of for Christmas.

OOC: Actually, I based him a little on Boyd Cooper from Psychonauts. He has paranoid and delusional psychosis, as you can tell.
EDIT: OOC: Aw, nutbunnies. Must of read the map wrong. Let's just say that Arrack went up and down the stairs during his rants., and that a bit of loose plaster caused them to leak to Praetyre's level.
IC:
Praetyre replied to his superior;
"I'm sorry sir, for that lapse in judgement. But I do know this Slig. His name is Arrack. But I thought he had commited suicide 10 years ago. Judging by the temperature of the water dripping off him, and by his resistance to the high temperatures enveloping his body, I think he was somehow frozen, and has awoken to a new world.

He is.. or was.. a close friend of mine. I believe the stress of awakening to a new world, coupled with the invasion of privacy committed upon him by that old law which required him to wear a plasteel mask within 50 metres of anybody excluding certain parties, even when asleep, must of been too much for his mind to handle. I've read about this in textbooks, but never seen a case of trineural psychosis before. At least that's what I'm guessing it is, because the yells outside seemed to vary over three pitches, and this guy was not an adolescent last time I saw him. I can only hope that we can restore this guy to a healthy state of mind, because I'd hate to lose an old friend just after finding out he was alive. Maybe Slap could help. He's had experience with Sligs like Arrack.

But I'm very sorry sir, I'll get back to working on our Mudokon friend right away. You decide what to do with Arrack." Praetyre said, laying Arrack gently on one of the unused beds.

Praetyre turned to the conscious Mudokon;
"Sorry about that. Most people think we Vykkers are the ugliest you can get, but we're only the tip of the iceberg. Now, could you help me motivate our friend here?"

OOC: I hope this will start my character off good.

IC: Another train was coming to Rupture farms for sligs. Jet was so nervous. He was watching a news brodcast on the train of the executive of Rupture Farms "Arnie". The train made a stop. As Jet entered a halway of Rupture Farms and waited. "Hello! Can anyone give me some advice for new slig workers?"

"Linc? Liii-iiinc? Ah... LINC!"
Nothing happened. Wash ploughed on regardless.
"It's me, Wash. You know, the dirty one? I came all the way up here to see you. Aren't you even going to say hi?"
"..."
"The animals are running riot in the stock yeards, and only you have the skill with a mop to clean up after them. Do you accept your mission?"
Linc lay there.
Ugh. I don't know what they expect of me here. In my experience people need more than a couple of hours rest after major surgery.

OOC: Since I am also new with Albino Slig, I'll try to tie in with his character. I hope thats okay, by the way sorry for the double post earlier in the other thread
IC:Name: Scranton
Species: Mudokon
age: 17
living: in the tribe of muds.
job: In the process of training and learning to joing a small group of mudokons that are going to go into factories and save native species of whatever kind they can. Which job in the group he will do, is which ever they need. We'll see where the RPG takes him.
Appearance: A faded green mudokon with a black ponytail average length. He carries no weapons yet for he has not had the thumbs up for it. Though he has practiced with numbers of weapons.
Biography: when he was 15 and scrubbing the floors he was smashed on the head by a walking slig. Next thing he knew he awoke up hanging by his legs being zapped when a flaw in the security system came about and he fell and there was a short power outage, and he followed a orange light and ended up out of rupture farms. There he dodged bullets and ran as fast as he could. And eventualy followed some other mudokons back to the tribe with the rest of the muds.
(After a year or so of training with the tribe, he learns to use a very small amount of magic, he carries a spoochebow and a small dagger.)

Into this rpg: After joining the group that is trying to break into rupture farms and steal them out they come up with a plan and eventualy are hiding in the tunnel where the train goes through. There are 4 mudokons. One Shaman for the portals to the tribe, a body guard (Tomohawk-man) and two spoochebowmen (including Scranton)

The train rumbles through the tunnel and the 4 muds get ready for the leap. After a few seconds in speeds right past them, but in the mere second it passed they each leapt and with the stickyness on their hands they clung onto it. The shaman and his bodygaurd on the roof, and each spoochebowmen on two different sides.

Scranton tries to move to the roof but realizes hes just losing his grip. After about 10 miniutes the train (which is carrying Jet) stops at Rupture Farms. Watching the sligs get out, the muds sneakily leap from the train to the walls around. A few sligs look back but see nothing due to their unique stealth. Hearing sligs trying to act tough and bad they hear one ring out of tone with a "Hello! Can anyone give me some advice for new slig workers?" After hearing a few laughs and the sound trailing on. The Mud group detatch themselves and hide behing a bench(that those wishing to board the train sit on) watching for sligs.

OOC: Ok, here's I goes...

IC: Jam was working on some gadgets. He had a few bolts and nuts by side with a hammer. He was trying to get his invention to work. All it did was fizzle, turn on... then it rumbled and shut off. It was supposed to change your entire body to look like something else within 5 seconds, but all it was was a piece of scrap.
"Hmph, Why can't I get it to work," he muttered pushing it aside.
He pondered at his situation for a while, but had nothing. He sighed and then started trying to work on it again. This time it spurted out water.
"What? Where'd that function come from!" He asked aloud.
He tinkered with it some more. This time it blowed bubbles and spurted water.
"God, is there ANYBODY who can give me and answer to this problem!?" he shouted loudly.

Ralph stepped away from Arnie's and Otto's table as Arrack came barging in shouting and looked calmly at him. He watched and listened silently to the exchange between Arnie and Arrack, his eyebrows slowly rising as Arrack ranted on. Then as the slig left, Ralph decided to follow and watch; afterall, he'd already told the boss he was offering his services, so if he was too distracted to give him a job he'd just do his own thing for now. He saw Arrack crash into the door, but backed away into the shadows when he saw the vykker coming out to see what the noise was about. He felt he'd had (more than) enough of vykkers to last him a lifetime!

He stood in the shadows, considering what to do next... Eventually, he decided to head back to the grinding area he'd come across before and see what was going on there and if those hopeless mudokons had managed to sort themselves out yet. He started heading down the passage in what he thought was the right direction....

my profile.. i hope iv done it right
 

Name:Sapphire Diamond

Race: human
Gender: female)
Age: (Earth years,
Appearance: blue hair in a plait and blue eyes, blue-sleeve-less t-shirt,black leather pant, big brown boots
Personality: short tempered, funny, nice, can be serious good drawer and storie writer loves adventure and best friend is Mysti(female two0legged steef whos a boundy hunter
Equipment[additional]: a brown bag with a pen knife, torch, and a black ps2 controller
History[additional]: she has been suck in her sisters ps1 and must help the oddworld creatures in all ways. she finshed her adventure saftly and everyones happy. she is a boundy hunter hero and a ps1 chosen one. Her sister;
older Emerald
younger Ruby

ATTENTION ALL NEWBIES!

Let's start at the very beginning (cus thats a very good place to start).
Albino Slig: All's well and good. Just remember your character will probably have to look around before he finds anyone. He's near the grinding area and there are a few people there, so maybe you could send him in that direction.
Taytay: I fixed your double post, but got some words of advice. No random characters allowed in this RPG, so unless the other three members of the party are going to leave very soon, you might be wanted to write profiles for them all. Second, this RPG is set a long time after Abe's Oddysee, Mullock is long gone and the new boss, Arnie, treats the mudokons well. Also, try to avoid lots of random destruction and shouting and fighting. there are no random characters in the RPG, so don't go saving 'random mudokons'.
Abe16: Your vykker can't just randomly appear in Rupture Farms, and don't say he's been working here since it opened, because someone would have noticed! You need to start again and write a proper arrival at the factory, maybe by train or, I don't know, falling out of an air ship.
Sapphire Diamond: I'll make this simple: There are no humans on Oddworld. We try to keep a small degree of sense in this RPG, and people getting sucked into a Play Station doesn't count. We imagine the Oddworld universe as something real, and not accessible though computer games on planets untold distances away from Oddworld. Get a new character and start again. Also, character profiles for Work at Rupture Farms should be posted in the 'W@RF Profile Thread' because the RPG topic is so big and characters can get lost.

OOC: OK, this is getting out of hand again. Let me point a few things out.

1. Albino Slig - Your entry seems OK, but the way Jet is trying to communicate with others is not right. They won't run to Jet just because he shouted for help. Make him go around the place, bump into someone, ask him how things are done around, etc. Be more creative.

2. Taytay - First, character profiles go into the W@RF Profile Thread, not here. Second, random characters are not prefered around here. Third, there were attempts to bring a Mudokon rescue force to RF before, and it didn't go well. I would advise you to create a normal worker Mudokon or a Slig or whatever you like. Just not a Vykker - we already have 4 of them.

3. Abe16 - No entry at all. You have to make one for your character, or we won't even know where Jam is. And, as I said, there are already more-than-enough Vykkers in the factory, though it's not really a problem, but I remember when Praetyre met the other two Vykkers.

4. Sapphire Diamond - This section is called 'Oddworld RPG', which means that the characters here are all Oddworldians. Not humans. The thread you're looking for could have been Havoc's Non-Oddworld RPG (forgot its name), if it hasn't been dead for months.

Even though, you're all welcome, just try to follow the rules. Also, read back a little, it can just improve your skills.


Just noticed that Splat sorted this out before me... Ah well, you must have got the point by now.

OOC: Couldn't have said it better myself. But Albino Slig and Taytay's characters are about to become noticed by my guy- Arthur's already off to the Station. So provided we assume Taytay's just got the 1 mudokon and Albino's just got the 1 Slig, I can manage. Also I'd like to point out- Dek was the original Vykker here at W@RF. ;)
IC:
Arthur stopped dead in his tracks once he entered the Station. A train had arrived. But not supplies- 2 new employees, a Slig and a mudokon. Most disconcertingly of all, the Slig was white skinned.
"Erm, wh oare you 2 exactly? My name's Arthur, so ya know, I'm Station supervisor an' part time chef, so ya need to report to me on arrival- who you are, what job you're after, what you wanna know about the place yadda yadda yadda. I'm kinda in the middle o' somethin', or at least about to be, so hurry it up."
He turned to the albino Slig "Also, is there a reason you're white?"
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Dek felt sorry for Praetyre. The poor surgeon seemed like he'd been through quite a bit despite his relatively short career. "Well, I suppose Linc can make do in stasis for now, he is stable after all. Let him rest. Wash, stay here rgeardless and help us with this friend of Praetyre's by going and fetching Slapo from the cafeteria. Psychological problems always are the hardest to sort out. But since he's cold, I'd suggest a nice hot cup of Expresso, mixed with Chill Pills, that way he warms up but doesn't go hyperactive. What state is he in physically? Will we need to do any body surgery?"
Dek was thinking Work work work. I've barely eaten anything but Chill Pills since arriving here a couple of weeks ago, and I've been at it non-stop. Still, it's my duty, especially since this Arrack is a friend to Praetyre. If Arrack survives and heals, Praetyre could well have a new lease on life."

EDIT: OOC: Sorry, was writing my post when you posted. Let's just say Dek said those things after Praetyre sedated Arrack.
Praetyre turned to his superior;
"Sir, since the restore-patients-will-to-live approach isn't working, I'll take to heart your lesson on fear. It might not give him much of that will, but it could shock him enough so that we could give him the will later. And I think I know just what to do."
To ease the feeling of sickness he and likely others felt looking at Arrack, Praetyre carried him like he did before, directly around his neck and torso, like a Slig with his gun. He yanked him out of his pants, moved the pillow from his head, and brought Arrack over to the Mudokon apparently named Linc. He then put Arrack very near Linc's likely field of vision, and used his two free hands to gently lift up Linc's eyelids. He then moved his hand back from Arrack head and down to his torso, uncovering the hideous sight of his head fully.
"Boo!" he said in the loudest voice possible.
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Arrack felt sore. He had evidently been injured in the head. But by whom? And why? Was it another clinching proof of the Transcendal Paramite Muffin conspiracy? No, he told himself, it must an Underconspiracy, that of the Vykker-Classical Music Fan-Glukkons Who Like The Colour Orange-Celibate Intern conspiracy. He awoke, and struggled from his unknown captor.

"Let me go, you evil minion! I will not be coerced by your dark cabal of smelly Gloktigi bathrooms! Death to ye!" he said, biting his captor on his strange metallic wrist. He nearly broke a tooth, and his depressed side took over.

"Oh no! I've broken a tooth! You're a bad Inhabitant, a bad bad bad baddity bad bad with Fuzzles on top Inhabitant. Or are you an alien. I don't care, I hate you all. I want cuddles! Cuddles! Cuddles and kisses!"

His psychotic side took over again.

"No, for that is MERELY A PLOT of the Homosexual Vykker Security Chief Confederacy. I've seen you all, with your Intern's in polka dots and your cop hats, you must be in league with the Church of Hot Intern's? You must know this, even as a pathetic minion! You all love each other, and I have tapes to prove it! Tapes in the blimp! Tapes in the stomach! Tapes everywhere, all tapes of doom, gloom, and far too much glitter!"

Arrack eyed what parts of the room he could see.

"A lab! A lab! This must be where you make the 665th ingredient to Transcendal Paramite Muffin Cakes! Oh, I have you now, skulldigger!" he said, spitting in Dek's general direction,
"I have you n.."
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Praetyre gently applied an injection of sedative to calm Arrack down. His behaviour made him wonder whether this was really him, or a new person.

Praetyre continued to hold Arrack up and try to awake Linc.

EDIT: Praetyre replied to his superior;
"Yeah, I guess you are right. Judging by the monitors, there are no imminent problems, disabled organs, blockages, irregular processes, or such other phenomena. If it continues like this, he'll probably wake up in a day or so. A few hours if we're lucky."
Praetyre turned Arrack towards Dek.
"As for Arrack's physical state.. sir, as words cannot truly describe it as much as seeing it can, you can look."

"Other than.. that.. he's not that badly hurt. He feels like he's taken more than one blow to the head, not to mention signs of bodily stress exerted by his mind. The skin isn't too bad, but he is going to be very sore in about half an hour. Five years of muscle deteriation, coupled with the effects of boiling water, and mixed with a species bred for fitness. That, ladies and gentlehabitants, equals more pain than me watching Her Fatjesty give birth.

As for surgery.. I'd have to hook him up to a monitor and scan him over a few minutes, but he doesn't seem to need any. If you mean a way to give him a front layer of skin, well, I think I remember hearing from an old friend of mine that he's allergic to synth skin. And most Slig allergies are genetic, so I would have to clone him, or risk killing him and mutating him unpleasantly with radiation. So the only solution for this is thankfully quite simple. I merely need a couple of hundred Moolah and a computer. Maybe Slap could help me with this. He could also get some of the supplies you need from the cafeteria."

Praetyre turned to the Mudokon named Wash;
"Well, you heard what my superior said. Go and fetch him, and get him to bring back the supplies needed."

Praetyre turned to his superior;
"Sir, should I lay Arrack on the bed face down? I don't want Slap to vomit all over the place. And should I hook him up to the monitors?"

OCC: Ok, just publicly posting my permission for Pat to use The Door. Anyways, here's s'more Mech:

Mech was hopelessly lost. He had been wondering the boxes for what seemed like two hours, before he finally stumbled back to his recent campsite. The tin of insta-fire was incredibly still smoldering. Smiling horribly, he kicked the can over, and felt cold dread as he realized one simple thing.

I have to go back past the door.

Mech's mind instantly coiled away from this idea, but he knew he had no other choice. Hell, he might even have to go through it. Mech had an inkling that if he tried to go through, it would either be Mech or The Beast behind it who died.

Swallowing hard, Mech retraced his steps, not taking any chances. His assualt rifle was clenched tightly in his hands, and the single grenade he had been saving for the launcher was primed. As he slowly passed into Warehouse #1, Mech became aware of a liquid, smooth sound. Like something wet that was moving across the floor. The sound of something thawed dragging itself across the floor.

Oh shit.

Mech froze, and watched as It went by him, leaving a horrible wet fluid behind. The Thing passed by him without noticing, apparently muttering to Itself.

"He liked making jokes with his yes men, who always laughed at me. But now he was going to laugh no longer. He was going to die." It muttered to the empty air.

Mech briefly considered blowing the thing to Hell right there. A great many things would have been different if he had given into that impulse. But something stayed his hand, and It went by safely. Mech waited five minutes after It was gone, then returned to The Door. It had been ripped clean off the hinges. And not the usual, pull-until-oops-there-it-goes, rip-off. No, this had come from the Door being slammed so hard that it actually bent the metal inside until the hinges are pulled along with it. Mist gently flowed out of the abyss.

Mech took a deep breath, and stepped into the void.

Somi had searched the upper floors. She had looked around the corridors, peeked inside the R+R and found it empy except for a strange mudokon who looked sick (oh well, not her problem) and had looked in the droduction lines, where she had seen a few busy sligs and mudokons, but not Anni. She decided to head back down stairs.

IC: Sturg quickly stopped Somi a minute before she went down the stairs again "Hey, since that weird sick Mudokon is alone, should we try to ask it about where your friend might be? And if he causes too much of a problem or an uproar, it would be easy enough to kill him. Or, if possible, knock him out instead. And if not...I at least want to raid some food up here. maybe something from the R+R? I haven't eaten for a while what with all this going on"

ooc: The mudokon is Dionysia, but never mind. The animals didn't get close enough to see I guess.

Somi was a bit worried. "We shouldn't hurt him, that'll get them angry. And if we show him we can talk, he might try and catch us, or tell other people that there are talking animals. There was a slig who heard me talking and tried to catch me because of it, so I'd rather not let any more know. If you're hungry we could go to the stockroom and break open some crates, or go out to the stockyards to hunt?"

OOC: Once again, I ccrept into the shadows to disappear. Study, study, which in all seem suck out my time. Oh well.

Four new members? Well welcome, I hope you enjoy your stay here at W@RF!

IC: Kix listened on Dean's idea about using old part in Rupture Farms. She nodded her head and replied, "Well you read my mind. I was thinking of using the old gas line pipes as well in the ruins of Rupture Farms. So, I guess we are off then!"

She lead the two out of the kitchen and back into the corriders. Kix remembered that there was a small trapdoor that was near the corriders leading into the Grinders, that snuck into a passageway tunnel that lead into the old Rupture Farm's lockers. She learned that it was for Sligs unable to find pants around the place, and needed to get to a pair fast. Kix knew not too many Sligs knew about it, since only a handful needed it back in the old days.

Once she got to it, she kneeled on her soft knees and push against the ground. The tile before her opened up, causing herself to fall into the depths of the tunnel. The fall was small, but when she landed on her back, she felt a bit of pain, and squeaked the angry noise she usually makes when angry. She got up and dusted off the dirt on her legs, looking ahead of her. Ahead of her was a metallic tunnel, that was lighten up by several little glass tourches. Only in a small bit of steps ahead of her was a teleporter, leading into a changing room. She saw that to the right of her, was a sign saying, "Slig Locker Room's Secret Enterance; Any Mudokon beyond this point is promised to be suspended from break times and lunch times at sight for a month!"

Looking behind her, she saw that there was a ladder leadin up into the main floor. Before the tile slid back into place, she lunged at the lever beside her and pressed it on. When doing so, the tile remained in place. Finally, she yelled to Dean, "Follow me! It's safe here!"
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Gappiqu paniced at the thought that he could very well be shot or worse, sent to Skillya's. Even Arnie would punish him for trying to destory property. He sweated in pure annoyance of the sitution. All he could think of was begging. He cried out in a panic voice, "No, please no!!! I can't take being banished from this place! Let me have one more chance! What if I proved that the Boilers have been shot?!? If you don't think that's enough evidence for you to think that Boilers could blow in a day, just ask Goresplatter!! Or Dionysia!! Yeah them!! They were with me!! I saw the Boilers get shot, and they know it!! Just please give me another chance!! Don't your sensors know that I am telling the truth?!"

After crying out beggingly, he finally realized that a Vykker was behind him. Suddenly, flashbacks of him in hospital beds huanted his head. They torcured him after he was injuried and had a great loss. And they let him lose his life, by making him a slave of emotions, and know nearily let him die this time. Tears bounced into his eyelids, letting saddness to enter his body. He couldn't bear all of this pain. He just wanted to get his life straight again and Dionysia was the one to do that. Love was all he had left. At last, he burst out whimperingly, "Just don't arrest me. All I ever wanted was have my life back. A good job and good friends was given to me by Rupture Farms, and I need to remain here. I don't even know if Dionysia loves me yet!! Just please..... Kill me or give me another chance. I don't want to lose anything anymore. Please...."

Wash looked back at Linc. He was reassured by seeing him alive, but not so much by the condition his friend was in. Wash wasn't nearl so upset now, and he had the sneaking suspicion that his massive mood swings might mean he was was bipolar. Damn.
But now he had a job to do- fetch Slap. He was surprised that he hadn't seen him when he was down in the cafeteria earlier. He supposed that he hadn't been in any state to notice anything.
"Okay... Chill Pillz and Expresso? Gotcha." Sounds like a recipe for disaster to me. I've seen what mixing powerful sedatives and caffeine does.

Wash tried no to picture an Intern vomiting, and curried out of Dek's Lab.

OOC: Sorry about that mistake I did with my characters entrance. Im trying my best. Sorry.



IC: Jet and the mudoken noticed Aurthur and looked confused. "Hello. Who are you" Jet said. "And why are these mudokens here at the train station? Guess we have our own little goroup. Don't worry. I dont eat mudoken pops. Eww! Okay, what is going on here and where are the new slig employees supposed to go?" Jet looked so confused.

Umm,I'm not sure if I should post this here but,I am very confused.I tryed the Forums a few months ago but it was just too hard for me to understand.Someone please help me!I want to work at Rupture Farms and have a role in the excitment!Please!

How do I create my Character?!I REALLY want to work @Rupture Farms with you guys!:(I'm just so lost and confused!

OOC: Hey Hammy, anybody is welcome here.

First thing you should know, is that double posting is greatly frowned upon here, unless an honest mistake. Try using the edit button, located just below your post.

Second of all, go here to make and post your character profile. Be sure to follow the established guidelines. And please, be sure to try and make your posts more coherent, otherwise some dislike will pile up faster than Alcar's toliet during Mardi Gras (;)).

Last of all, post your entrance to Rupture Farms correctly. Since they can't have been there the whole time, try making them appear on train, or something.

A more in-depth guide to RPGing can be found in the first post of this topic, or here

Thanks, and welcome to W@RF!!!

IC: "Meh...I was hoping for something different, really. It's fine though. Where do you think we ought to try next, then? Maybe if they have a sleeping quarters or somethin, they'll be there later tonight, I presume. We could try that. These 'eyed' creatures are useless in the dark."

ooc: Welcome Hammy, I know how terrifying it can be to start RPGing, especially when things are so confusing.
Try reading the information and advice to RPG newbies thread, and if you still have troubles you can post them in that thread. It helps me cus it tells me what else I have to add to the thread to get it right :p.
Also reading the rules is a good idea, as is reading a few pages of the RPG you want to join to get an idea of what to do.

IC:
Somi thought about it, "Well, it's only midday now, but if it takes that long then yes, we can catch her going into the R+R; that's where they all sleep. If we go to the store room for some food now, then we can look in the stockyards or something."
She led the way back to the store room on the ground floor and picked out a crate towards the back of the room that wouldn't be missed. "Alright, help me push this into the shadows and we can eat!"

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Krik watched distainfully while Gappiqu begged. It was bad enough having to put up with sligs at all, but this?
At which point Gappiqu whimpered something rather unfortunate. "I don't even know if Dionysia loves me yet!!"
Krik's jaw dropped in horror and rage. He was remembering quite clearly the result of Dionysia's last involvement with a slig. A slig who, by sheer bad luck, had turned out to be a Cartel spy and had told them everything. And now she was doing it again! It would only a matter of time before the whole nightmare of the Cartel inspection and the months of slavery that followed would start again! And if this slig was in trouble who knew, the news might even reach Skillya this time! And then it would be all their heads on the platter! He turned quickly to the robot, "Listen, RG whatever-your-number-is, if Skillya sends an inspection here, Arnie will be killed. There is something here in Rupture Farms that would drive her wild. So keep them away! Dispose of this fool yourslef if you have to!" He gestured at Gappiqu, and then turned to him and grabbed him by the arms and hissed to him, "Listen, Slug. Stay. Away. From that mudokon!" He didn't bother saying what he would do to Gappiqu if he didn't, but he let the tone of his voice do the talking. He threw the slig back down and turned to the robot expectantly.

ooc: Krik hasn't heard RG's name but he's been around long enough to recognise him... or it.

ooc: I edited Scranton, and made a new slig character named Jade. There profiles are in the W@RF profile thread. I hope nobody stays mad at me...Im sorry. Thank you all for helping me though!

IC: Scranton looks around visualizing places he can lay his rebellios mud mark. Barley listening to Arthur he visualizes himself running around graffiting everything in sight
Jade rolls onto the floor of the train waking himself up darts off the train after hearing Arthur's voice. Jade stops in front of Arthur and after hearing what he has to say Jade replies in: "Hello sir! I am Jade, and I have been transfered from Boneworks with it's highest recomendation here is my paper for it sir!" Jade reaches into his pocket and hands him the neat little paper clarrifying everything Jade has just said. "Excuse me, sir! I will work whereever you'd like me to. I am ready to work whenever you ask"
Scranton startled at the scratchy pants'd slig stares at him remembering him beating him with his gun because the glukkon at Boneworks told him to. Scranton grimaced and then stared at Arthur waiting for a command of what to do.

Dean followed Kix into the room. He turned to her and asked "Are you sure we're meant to be here? I mean, I know most likely nobody uses it anymore, but if there's security cameras in here that work, we could get in trouble. I was more meaning check the old store-rooms than rummage through lockers."
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Arthur looked at the white Slig. "As I said, I'm Arthur. Who are you, if I may ask? If ya wanna know where to go to get a job, I'd just head for the cafeteria now. You're meant to go to Arnie's office, but Arnie- he's the boss by the way- is eating lunch in the cafeteria right now. There's directions to the cafeteria on that map there. An' cause yer a new arrival you're meant ta fill in some paperwork, but I can't be bothered gettin' it."
He turned to the other Slig and mudokon. The Slig seemed to be very by the book, wanting to do anything to please. The mudokon seemed both shift yand nervous at the same time.
"Hello, welcome to Rupturefarms. I am Arthur, your current mindless greeting drone for the day......That's a joke by the way, it's Ok to laugh.....Ahem, anyway, for you," *pointing at Jade* "I'd again say go to the cafteria to find Arnie, the boss. Just so I know, is there anythin' you specialise in? because if you're a dab hand at cookin, I'll take you on as my assistant no paperwork neccessary, an it'd be a job worth a pretty penny too, cause i'm about to set up a big business deal. If you want a regular shmuck's job, go see Arnie. If ya wanna be a doctor, go see Dek, the local surgeon. If ya wanna be involved in security, go see #7 Slig, he's Head of Security. #7 Slig is in the cafeteria as well, Dek's in his lab. There's directions to all these places on the Directory map out in the corridor."
He then turned to the mudokon
"What's your name, fella? You seem another Jittery Jim to me, you look scared o' this here Slig. Well don't be anymore, cause here at RuptureFarms mudokon beatin is banned. Anyway, on your way. Again, go see Arnie for a job."
Arthur wanted them gone. Unless they were going to join him on the ktichen staff, they were only slowing his Intern Soup business deal down.
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Dek noticed Wash's funny look at the remedy. "Wash ,the Expresso and Chill Pill mixture isn't for Slap!! Its' for this...Slig here."
He turned to Praetyre
"It may seem a dangerous mixture, but what we do is give him the Expresso, then, once he's warmed up, give him the Chill Pills so he doesn't go into overdrive. If he has a bad reaction to it, anaesthatise him and we'll examine him. And if he's still cold, give him a while in one of the medical tanks, in hot antiseptic fluid."
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OOC: Don't want to soudn perverted but, Patrick, how exactly can you have a homosexual Vykker? They're all hermaphrodites, so technically they're all of every possible sexual persuasion at once! Unless they're only interested in one particular....organ. But I don't even want to think about that!

Jade looked at Arthur with both surprise and happiness. Cooking seemed easier and alot less brutal. Jade liked that idea. At once Jade responded "I'd love to do anything you'd need me to do with cooking. Please, let me have that job! Jade tried to sound as happy as he was. Jade remembered the times he had been asked personaly by head glukkons to do their cooking. Jade then told Arthur about those experiences.
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Scranton shrieked with joy at the thought of not being beaten, oh boy they wouldnt do barley anything to him for the graffiti he planned! Scanton gave his best smile and ran to the map. Read it and went in the direction of the caffeteria. Running down the hall there were scarce sligs after his first turn. He grabbed his little charcoal peice that was oddly a bright red and began drawing a slig. Then he quickly drew muds shooting the slig. He tried to stay quiet as he ran happily that nobody seen him, but as he turned there stood a slig. He stopped looking so happy and kept down the hall until he turned once more but now into the cafeteria. He saw the prettied up famous glockstar of a gluk eating with sligs all around him. Scranton approached. "Excuse me...umm Gener-Presid-Mister Archie, oops no I mean ARNIE! I'd like a job doing whatever you'd like, maybe I can have a place with large room, like somewhere where I can...well just I'd like a job please!"

Praetyre replied to his superior;
"Thank you sir. My only concern is that its possible that such a concoction of chemicals will give him the same effects most Glukkons have after 5 alcoholic beverages. Uninhibited, overly sociable, and afterwards, brain damaged. And quite frankly, I think Arrack's brain is already damaged enough without reaching the level of legally dead. I'd advise testing it on a Fuzzle first. That, or putting it in a tube and seeing the reaction caused. That could provide us with some extra security."

IC: "Mwahahah...I love being evil...sorta." Anyway, Sturg quickly inspected the crate. It mostly appeared normal, anyway. He then saw that there was a think leather (Scrab hide or something) strap on top, used by cranes to lift it. "Maybe if we tip the crate over, that strap will make it easier to pull. Or maybe...it's hinged. Can you climb up there and pull it down for us?"

OOC: Ouch. Now you ticked off Gappiqu. This might get a little violent, so if you don't like it, tell me, or we will have the same Stuey clone problem again.

IC: Suddenly, that little squeaky voice of that Vykker appeared again. It was shouting at RG-49, telling him about some dialema about Skillya. He pondered on the fact on what exactly did Skillya hated here. It was in no time, where it seemed like he was involved. His thought bubble popped and for hatred steamed through his head. It was Dionysia and his relationship with her. It almost was as if the Vykker himself was related to her. It burst into his mind as he remembered Dionysia claiming she was an experiment. But Vykkers usually don't treat their experiments with overprotection of the world. Hatred at last burst all toward the Vykker as he thought of how maybe the Vykker was in love as well, and wanted Dionysia all to himself.

It became worse as the Vykker suggested excuting him, and tried to push it into his head that he should stay away from her. And when he threw him back, it was imbearble for him to not try to do anything about it. Gappiqu stood fiercily up, deepened his voice, and blurted out swears against the Vykker in Sliggish. Even though he knew little of it, he still remembered some of it. Gappiqu rose his arm and pointed at him with a horrible glance, angryily roared, "You! What makes you think you can control my life??!? All I have to say to you is that your a filithy abomination on Oddworld!!! Now maybe you will respect the fact that your not the one for Dionysia!!"

Gappiqu for seconds didn't notice RG-49 was still there, and maybe even existed. And even if he did get killed, he did for Dionysia and that was all that mattered to Gappiqu. He hurled his fist at the Vykker on the other hand and directed right into the bottom of Dr.Krik's chin. Great strength dewelled within him and all he wanted was this Vykker to be unconscious. He didn't even cared if he hit him, the shock to Dr. Krik might give him enough time to escape.
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Kix looked at Dean again. She knew that the passages there were unpopulated and there was no light in the entire locker area. The whole power there was down and she was pretty sure that no Security Orb was there. She had no use for it until now. She replied firmily, "It's part of the ruins of the old Rupture Farms. The power is down and there is no electricity. We can still see, but I doubt Arnie cares about it now."

She thought about it and had to agree, they might get in trouble for breaking into a Slig locker room. And what if there were some Orbs flying around there still? Maybe they shouldn't take any chances. She commented on this by replying, "You know, maybe you're right. These pipes do in the storage rooms might be useful. Yet, do you know anything about pipelines? Because I don't. Maybe we should get a Slig and help get some pipes?"
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Slap noticed that Arthur seemed to have ran off after seeing the message. He would have hoped that he could at least call his friend with him before he got all excited about the soup. But oh well, nothing to do about it. He decided that he might use his remaining time to try to talk to Arnie about what is he gonna do about the crazy Sligs around here.

Before he was even able to type anything to Arnie, he was interrupted by some strange Slig. His features were disturbing, but he saw worse. But the thing that disappionted him was that the Slig seemed somewhat phychotic. Blurting things that didn't make sense, viewing two points of view, and thinking that Glukkons were onto him.... All seemed like a Slig that he heard about long ago. That story still disturbed him, but at least he learned something from it. Sligs with mental issues have unfortunante fates with Vykkers. He only got upset, because he saw this story 5 times already. That Slig will try to harm something here.

When the Slig left, Slap placed his laptop in front of Arnie, and typed down, "Sir, I do believe you saw that Slig, and I fear that he might just have the fate Molt, Stuey, and Gappiqu have. That Slig will go into the Labortory and will have to stay there until he eventually kills the doctors there. Please tell me you will do something about this sitution. You don't want to have fill lawsuits for having your employees trying to kill you. So please, tell me Molt and the others will have a future here that doesn't include having their mark on Rupture Farms be a deadly one."

OCC: Hey guys, do you think Mech will ever be able to catch up with the rest of the peoples? Because I have no idea where in Rupture Farms everyone is. Since the main part of Mech's story will reolve around finding the Vykker who expirimented on him, he'll need to to talk to someone. So, if you can, please post he current whereabouts of your characters. It would definately help me out!

ooc: If you look on the map on the first page, Mitsur... There are a few people in the cafeteria (both the glukkons and Slap, an intern, there might be others too), Somi and Sturg, a meeech and paramite respectively, are in the store room, you might hear them bumping about or something, there are a few people in the basement and some in the lab upstairs. Oh, and a couple of mudokons in the stockyards, and a couple of people in the station, Arthur the slig and some of the newbies.

The odd punch is fine, Slaveless. But, Krik is like 50-something and Dionysia is, well, young. Ewwwwwwwwww! Mental image bad!

:p

IC:
Somi obligingly leapt onto the crate and used her body weight to tip it over with a thud. "Alright, you pull it by the strap and I'll push it. Once we get it out of sight we can open it and eat!

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Gappiqu fairly punched my character's lights out. :p
Krik was not as young as he used to be, and he obligingly crumpled against the wall when Gappiqu punched him in the face. he'd been expecting a few things, and this was not one of them. Lights swam before his eyes and he gasped for breath.

ooc: This reminds me of a bit in the Simpsons. "Oh my God, I killed Mr Burns! I punched him right in his 104-year old face!"

RG-49 reacted to Krik's words with slightly inclining his head. "Killing Arnie? That is very unlikely. First, this factory provides the largest percentage of Mudos' meat products. This fact is more significant from an Industrial point of view, since the Native population is generally herbivorous. Magog authorities don't usually remove their head figures and replace them with unexperienced Glukkons. If this place was left without a boss, production would surely cease and the Industrial population would be left without their much-prefered meat products." he said.

His fingers were twitching near his rifle's trigger when Krik suggested that he should dispose Gappiqu. "Very tempting idea, but I can't deactivate the life functions of workers without permisson." he said. "But I'm afraid I must take the Slig organic to the Executives. At the same time, I will try to talk to them about their methods of management." All the distraction and trouble from the past few hours was rather disturbing for him.

But he couldn't get to the 'capturing the Slig organic' part, because Gappiqu gave Krik a punch in the face and ran away from them. "All right, I was wondering if you would choose the hard way." he said, raising his rifle. He aimed at Gappiqu's pants while he was running, and pulled the trigger repeatedly.

Rick, who was coming out from his hiding place, retreated back to avoid a running Gappiqu and the bullets coming after him.


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Arnie looked at the new Mudokon who looked rather excited to be there. "Of course, you can work here. I didn't get your name, though." He turned to Otto. "How come that every single worker forgets to introduce himself?"

"Must be the stories they heard about you." said Otto. Arnie raised an eyebrow. Otto continued. "They must be afraid you're not even real, being tolerant to the workers and all. I guess they are not used to that."

Arnie shook his head and turned back to the Mudokon. "So, got any special skills you can use here?"

He saw Slap typing again. "Uh, just one moment." he said to the Mudokon. He read what Slap has written. "Hey, you're the one with the 'reforming-Slig-attitude-with-philosophical-methods' idea, after all. What's this got to do with me? Do you think any of my employees is planning to kill me?" he said a bit angrily. Then he turned to Otto. "And I think you're the one who should listen to complaints and personal thoughts and what not. I made you Flak Clerk of this place, remember?"

"Oh, so you think I should wear a tattoo on my forehead with the text 'Glukkon Promoted To Listen To Your Problems', right?" asked Otto heatedly.

"I'm just saying that you should do your job!" replied Arnie.

"Seeing as you're the hardest-working Glukkon on the continent, right?" retorted Otto.

"I'm definately doing more for the factory than you!"

"Yeah, making a ComPhone call a day and watching the workers handle the rest must be really exhausting for you!" said Otto sarcastically.

#7 Slig was watching this like a Fuzzleball match, but he tried to interrupt. "Well, I don't want to be rude here..." he said uncertainly, seeing the Glukkons' faces. "...But I think you're both... uh, just... hanging around... yeah."

There was silence for a moment. #7 Slig prepared for the explosion, looking around for possible escape routes. Then, Arnie spoke. "I... Maybe you're right, #7." he said.

"I am?" asked #7 Slig, quite surprised.

"We should show more support for the workers than this." he said to Otto. "They must see us around themselves. No wonder they are not doing anything while we are sitting in our offices."

Otto was short on what to say, but he got the general picture. "I s'pose that could work."

IC: Sturg got round the strap, got a vague grip aroud the top with his small arms, and pulled it forwards into the shadows. Hey then started knawing around the edges "Somi, help me get the nails out!"

OOC: Thank you all for being alot nicer than another forum I had been in earlier. :D

IC: Scranton stared at the conversation around him, listening intently. Getting even more surprised each second, he waited then replied to Arnie.
"I am Scranton, In some of my previous bosses files I was one of their favorite muds. I am very loyal, and since I was doing so well they sent me as an upgrade to Rupture Farms. I am really good with my hands, and I am better with open places. Since Im loyal I dont need so many sligs watching me...that way you can have more sligs patrolling elsewhere. See here" Scranton showed Arnnie a peice of paper. "Here! It says I am loyal and I need very few sligs watching over me! So, where would you like me to go sir?"
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ooc: I'm waiting for Munch's Master to respond to my slig character Jade.